onsdag 3 juni 2009

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I come from down in the valley where mister when youre youngThey bring you up to do like your daddy doneMe and mary we met in high school when she was just seventeenWed ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

Wed go down to the riverAnd into the river wed diveOh down to the river wed ride

Then I got mary pregnant and man that was all she wroteAnd for my nineteen birthday I got a union card and a wedding coatWe went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to restNo wedding day smiles no walk down the aisleNo flowers no wedding dressThat night we went down to the riverAnd into the river wed diveOn down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the johnstown companyBut lately there aint been much work on account of the economyNow all them things that seemed so importantWell mister they vanished right into the airNow I just act like I dont remember, mary acts like she dont careBut I remember us riding in my brothers carHer body tan and wet down at the reservoirAt night on them banks Id lie awakeAnd pull her close just to feel each breath shed takeNow those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curseIs a dream a lie if it dont come trueOr is it something worse that sends meDown to the river though I know the river is dryDown to the river, my baby and iOh down to the river we ride